For Michele, On Her Birthday


About Now, Each Year,
Snow Packs Down to Greyest Ice
It Says “Late Winter”

But I am Thinking
Early Spring, Listening for
The Crane’s First Calling

Seeking the First Buds
On Bare Tree Limbs, and All the
Day’s Green Potential

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